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Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much sad.[1103]
You promised, when you parted with the king,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness,[1104]
And entertain a cheerful disposition.
You promised, when you parted with the king,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness,[1104]
And entertain a cheerful disposition.
Queen. To please the king I did; to please myself5
I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,10
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul[1105]
With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,[1106]
More than with parting from my lord the king.
I cannot do it; yet I know no cause
Why I should welcome such a guest as grief,
Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest
As my sweet Richard: yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,10
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul[1105]
With nothing trembles: at some thing it grieves,[1106]
More than with parting from my lord the king.
Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,[1107]
Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;[1108]15
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,[1109]
Divides one thing entire to many objects;
Like perspectives, which, rightly gazed upon,[1110]
Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry,[1110]
Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,[1111]20
Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;[1112]
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows[1113]
Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,[1114][1115]
More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;[1115][1116]25
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,[1117]
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.[1118]
Which shows like grief itself, but is not so;[1108]15
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,[1109]
Divides one thing entire to many objects;
Like perspectives, which, rightly gazed upon,[1110]
Show nothing but confusion, eyed awry,[1110]
Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,[1111]20
Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Find shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;[1112]
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows[1113]
Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen,[1114][1115]
More than your lord's departure weep not: more's not seen;[1115][1116]25
Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye,[1117]
Which for things true weeps things imaginary.[1118]
Queen. It may be so; but yet my inward soul
Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,[1119]
I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,[1120]30
As, though on thinking on no thought I think,[1121][1122]
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.[1121][1123]
Persuades me it is otherwise: howe'er it be,[1119]
I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,[1120]30
As, though on thinking on no thought I think,[1121][1122]
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.[1121][1123]
Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious lady.
Queen. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still derived[1124]
From some forefather grief; mine is not so,35
For nothing hath begot my something grief;[1125][1126]
Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:[1125][1127]
'Tis in reversion that I do possess;[1125][1128]
But what it is, that is not yet known; what[1125][1129]
I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.[1125][1129]40
From some forefather grief; mine is not so,35
For nothing hath begot my something grief;[1125][1126]
Or something hath the nothing that I grieve:[1125][1127]
'Tis in reversion that I do possess;[1125][1128]
But what it is, that is not yet known; what[1125][1129]
I cannot name; 'tis nameless woe, I wot.[1125][1129]40
Enter Green.[1130]
Green. God save your majesty! and well met, gentlemen:[1131]
I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
I hope the king is not yet shipp'd for Ireland.
Queen. Why hopest thou so? 'tis better hope he is;
For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:[1132]
Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?45
For his designs crave haste, his haste good hope:[1132]
Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipp'd?45
Green. That he, our hope, might have retired his power,
And driven into despair an enemy's hope,[1133]
Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
And with uplifted arms is safe arrived[1134]50
At Ravenspurgh.[1134][1135]
And driven into despair an enemy's hope,[1133]
Who strongly hath set footing in this land:
The banish'd Bolingbroke repeals himself,
And with uplifted arms is safe arrived[1134]50
At Ravenspurgh.[1134][1135]
Queen. Now God in heaven forbid!
Green. Ah madam, 'tis too true: and that is worse,[1136]
The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,[1137]
The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.55
The Lord Northumberland, his son young Henry Percy,[1137]
The Lords of Ross, Beaumond, and Willoughby,
With all their powerful friends, are fled to him.55
Bushy. Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?[1138]
And all the rest revolted faction traitors?[1138]
Green. We have: whereupon the Earl of Worcester[1139]
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,[1140]
And all the household servants fled with him[1141]60
To Bolingbroke.[1141][1142]
Hath broke his staff, resign'd his stewardship,[1140]
And all the household servants fled with him[1141]60
To Bolingbroke.[1141][1142]
Queen. So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,[1143]
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,[1144]65
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir:
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
And I, a gasping new-deliver'd mother,[1144]65
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow join'd.
Bushy. Despair not, madam.
Queen. Who shall hinder me?
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,[1145]
A parasite, a keeper back of death,70
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.
I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope: he is a flatterer,[1145]
A parasite, a keeper back of death,70
Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.
Enter York.[1146]
Green. Here comes the Duke of York.[1147]
Queen. With signs of war about his aged neck;
O, full of careful business are his looks![1148]75
Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.[1149]
O, full of careful business are his looks![1148]75
Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words.[1149]
York. Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts:[1150]
Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.[1151]
Your husband, he is gone to save far off,80
Whilst others come to make him lose at home:[1152]
Here am I left to underprop his land,
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;[1153]
Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.[1154]85
Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.[1151]
Your husband, he is gone to save far off,80
Whilst others come to make him lose at home:[1152]
Here am I left to underprop his land,
Who, weak with age, cannot support myself:
Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made;[1153]
Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.[1154]85
Enter a Servant.[1155]
Serv. My lord, your son was gone before I came.[1156]
York. He was? Why, so! go all which way it will!
The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,[1157]
And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;[1158]90
Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:[1159]
Hold, take my ring.[1160]
The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold,[1157]
And will, I fear, revolt on Hereford's side.
Sirrah, get thee to Plashy, to my sister Gloucester;[1158]90
Bid her send me presently a thousand pound:[1159]
Hold, take my ring.[1160]
Serv. My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship,[1156][1161]
To-day, as I came by, I called there;[1160][1162][1163]
But I shall grieve you to report the rest.[1163]95
To-day, as I came by, I called there;[1160][1162][1163]
But I shall grieve you to report the rest.[1163]95
York. What is't, knave?[1164]
Serv. An hour before I came, the duchess died.[1156]
York. God for his mercy! what a tide of woes[1165]
Comes rushing on this woeful land at once![1166]
I know not what to do: I would to God,[1165]100
So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
The king had cut off my head with my brother's.
What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?[1167]
How shall we do for money for these wars?
Come, sister,—cousin, I would say,—pray, pardon me.105
Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts[1168]
And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant.[1169]
Gentlemen, will you go muster men?[1170]
If I know how or which way to order these affairs[1171]
Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,[1172]110
Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:[1173]
The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath[1174]
And duty bids defend; the other again[1175]
Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,[1176]
Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.115
Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll[1177]
Dispose of you.[1177]
Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,[1177][1178]
And meet me presently at Berkeley.[1179]
I should to Plashy too;[1180]120
But time will not permit: all is uneven,[1180]
And every thing is left at six and seven.[1180]
Comes rushing on this woeful land at once![1166]
I know not what to do: I would to God,[1165]100
So my untruth had not provoked him to it,
The king had cut off my head with my brother's.
What, are there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?[1167]
How shall we do for money for these wars?
Come, sister,—cousin, I would say,—pray, pardon me.105
Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts[1168]
And bring away the armour that is there. [Exit Servant.[1169]
Gentlemen, will you go muster men?[1170]
If I know how or which way to order these affairs[1171]
Thus thrust disorderly into my hands,[1172]110
Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen:[1173]
The one is my sovereign, whom both my oath[1174]
And duty bids defend; the other again[1175]
Is my kinsman, whom the king hath wrong'd,[1176]
Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.115
Well, somewhat we must do. Come, cousin, I'll[1177]
Dispose of you.[1177]
Gentlemen, go, muster up your men,[1177][1178]
And meet me presently at Berkeley.[1179]
I should to Plashy too;[1180]120
But time will not permit: all is uneven,[1180]
And every thing is left at six and seven.[1180]
[Exeunt York and Queen.[1181]
Bushy. The wind sits fair for news to go to Ireland,[1182]
But none returns. For us to levy power
Proportionable to the enemy[1183]125
Is all unpossible.[1183][1184]
But none returns. For us to levy power
Proportionable to the enemy[1183]125
Is all unpossible.[1183][1184]
Bagot. And that's the wavering commons: for their love[1185]
Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them[1186]130
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Lies in their purses, and whoso empties them[1186]130
By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.
Bushy. Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd.[1187]
Bagot. If judgement lie in them, then so do we,
Because we ever have been near the king.[1188]
Because we ever have been near the king.[1188]
Green. Well, I will for refuge straight to Bristol castle:[1189][1190]135
The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
Bushy. Thither will I with you; for little office[1191]
The hateful commons will perform for us,[1192]
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.[1193]
Will you go along with us?[1194]140
The hateful commons will perform for us,[1192]
Except like curs to tear us all to pieces.[1193]
Will you go along with us?[1194]140
Bagot. No; I will to Ireland to his majesty.[1189][1195]
Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.[1196]
Farewell: if heart's presages be not vain,
We three here part that ne'er shall meet again.[1196]
Bushy. That's as York thrives to beat back Bolingbroke.
Green. Alas, poor duke! the task he undertakes[1197]145
Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.[1198]
Is numbering sands and drinking oceans dry:
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever.[1198]
Bushy. Well, we may meet again.[1198]
Bagot. I fear me, never.[1198]
[Exeunt.[1199]
Scene III. Wilds in Gloucestershire.
Enter Bolingbroke and Northumberland, with Forces.[1200]
Boling. How far is it, my lord, to Berkeley now?
North. Believe me, noble lord,[1201]
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:[1202]
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways[1203]
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome;[1204]5
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,[1205]
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
But I bethink me what a weary way
From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found[1206]
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,[1207]10
Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
The tediousness and process of my travel:
But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
The present benefit which I possess;[1208]
And hope to joy is little less in joy[1209]15
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done[1210]
By sight of what I have, your noble company.[1211]
I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire:[1202]
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways[1203]
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome;[1204]5
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,[1205]
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
But I bethink me what a weary way
From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found[1206]
In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company,[1207]10
Which, I protest, hath very much beguiled
The tediousness and process of my travel:
But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have
The present benefit which I possess;[1208]
And hope to joy is little less in joy[1209]15
Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords
Shall make their way seem short, as mine hath done[1210]
By sight of what I have, your noble company.[1211]
Enter Henry Percy.[1214]
North. It is my son, young Harry Percy,[1214][1215]
Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.[1216]
Harry, how fares your uncle?[1217]
Sent from my brother Worcester, whencesoever.[1216]
Harry, how fares your uncle?[1217]
Percy. No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court,
Broken his staff of office and dispersed
The household of the king.
Broken his staff of office and dispersed
The household of the king.
Percy. Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.30
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover[1222]
What power the Duke of York had levied there;
Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.[1223]35
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover[1222]
What power the Duke of York had levied there;
Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.[1223]35
North. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford, boy?[1224]
Percy. No, my good Lord, for that is not forgot
Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
I never in my life did look on him.
Which ne'er I did remember: to my knowledge,
I never in my life did look on him.
North. Then learn to know him now; this is the duke.40
Percy. My gracious lord, I tender you my service,
Such as it is, being tender, raw and young;
Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
To more approved service and desert.
Such as it is, being tender, raw and young;
Which elder days shall ripen and confirm
To more approved service and desert.
Boling. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure45
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,[1225]
It shall be still thy true love's recompense:
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.50
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,[1225]
It shall be still thy true love's recompense:
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.50
North. How far is it to Berkeley? and what stir
Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
Keeps good old York there with his men of war?
Enter Ross and Willoughby.[1229]
North. Here come the Lords of Ross and Willoughby,[1230]
Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.
Boling. Welcome, my lords. I wot your love pursues
A banish'd traitor: all my treasury60
Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd
Shall be your love and labour's recompense.
A banish'd traitor: all my treasury60
Is yet but unfelt thanks, which more enrich'd
Shall be your love and labour's recompense.
Ross. Your presence makes us rich, most noble lord.
Willo. And far surmounts our labour to attain it.
Enter Berkeley.
North. It is my Lord of Berkeley, as I guess.
Berk. My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.[1233]
Boling. My lord, my answer is—to Lancaster;[1234]70
And I am come to seek that name in England;[1235]
And I must find that title in your tongue,[1236]
Before I make reply to aught you say.
And I am come to seek that name in England;[1235]
And I must find that title in your tongue,[1236]
Before I make reply to aught you say.
Berk. Mistake me not, my Lord; 'tis not my meaning
To raze one title of your honour out:[1237]75
To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
From the most gracious regent of this land,[1238]
The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time[1239]
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.80
To raze one title of your honour out:[1237]75
To you, my lord, I come, what lord you will,
From the most gracious regent of this land,[1238]
The Duke of York, to know what pricks you on
To take advantage of the absent time[1239]
And fright our native peace with self-born arms.80
Enter York attended.[1240]
Boling. I shall not need transport my words by you;[1241]
Here comes his grace in person.
My noble uncle! [Kneels.[1242]
Here comes his grace in person.
My noble uncle! [Kneels.[1242]
York. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whose duty is deceiveable and false.
Whose duty is deceiveable and false.
Boling. My gracious uncle—85
York. Tut, tut![1243]
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:[1243][1244]
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace'[1245]
In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs[1246]90
Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?[1247]
But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march[1248]
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
And ostentation of despised arms?[1249]95
Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth[1250]
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself[1251]100
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French,[1252]
O, then how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee[1253]
And minister correction to thy fault!105
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle:[1243][1244]
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word 'grace'[1245]
In an ungracious mouth is but profane.
Why have those banish'd and forbidden legs[1246]90
Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground?[1247]
But then more 'why?' why have they dared to march[1248]
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom,
Frighting her pale-faced villages with war
And ostentation of despised arms?[1249]95
Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth[1250]
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself[1251]100
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French,[1252]
O, then how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee[1253]
And minister correction to thy fault!105
Boling. My gracious uncle, let me know my fault:
On what condition stands it and wherein?[1254]
On what condition stands it and wherein?[1254]
York. Even in condition of the worst degree,
In gross rebellion and detested treason:
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come110
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy sovereign.[1255]
In gross rebellion and detested treason:
Thou art a banish'd man, and here art come110
Before the expiration of thy time,
In braving arms against thy sovereign.[1255]
Boling. As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford:
But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace115
Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
You are my father, for methinks in you[1256]
I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,[1257]
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties120
Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away
To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
If that my cousin king be King of England,[1258]
It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;[1259]125
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down.
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,
To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.[1260]
I am denied to sue my livery here,
And yet my letters-patents give me leave:[1261]130
My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold;
And these and all are all amiss employ'd.[1262]
What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;[1263]
And therefore personally I lay my claim135
To my inheritance of free descent.[1264]
But as I come, I come for Lancaster.
And, noble uncle, I beseech your grace115
Look on my wrongs with an indifferent eye:
You are my father, for methinks in you[1256]
I see old Gaunt alive; O, then, my father,[1257]
Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd
A wandering vagabond; my rights and royalties120
Pluck'd from my arms perforce and given away
To upstart unthrifts? Wherefore was I born?
If that my cousin king be King of England,[1258]
It must be granted I am Duke of Lancaster.
You have a son, Aumerle, my noble cousin;[1259]125
Had you first died, and he been thus trod down.
He should have found his uncle Gaunt a father,
To rouse his wrongs and chase them to the bay.[1260]
I am denied to sue my livery here,
And yet my letters-patents give me leave:[1261]130
My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold;
And these and all are all amiss employ'd.[1262]
What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And I challenge law: attorneys are denied me;[1263]
And therefore personally I lay my claim135
To my inheritance of free descent.[1264]
North. The noble duke hath been too much abused.
Ross. It stands your grace upon to do him right.
Willo. Base men by his endowments are made great.
York. My lords of England, let me tell you this:140
I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs
And laboured all I could to do him right;
But in this kind to come, in braving arms,[1265]
Be his own carver and cut out his way,
To find out right with wrong, it may not be;[1266]145
And you that do abet him in this kind
Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs
And laboured all I could to do him right;
But in this kind to come, in braving arms,[1265]
Be his own carver and cut out his way,
To find out right with wrong, it may not be;[1266]145
And you that do abet him in this kind
Cherish rebellion and are rebels all.
North. The noble duke hath sworn his coming is[1267]
But for his own; and for the right of that
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;150
And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath![1268]
But for his own; and for the right of that
We all have strongly sworn to give him aid;150
And let him ne'er see joy that breaks that oath![1268]
York. Well, well, I see the issue of these arms:
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power is weak and all ill left:
But if I could, by Him that gave me life,155
I would attach you all and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
But since I cannot, be it known to you
I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;[1269]
Unless you please to enter in the castle160
And there repose you for this night.[1270]
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power is weak and all ill left:
But if I could, by Him that gave me life,155
I would attach you all and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the king;
But since I cannot, be it known to you
I do remain as neuter. So, fare you well;[1269]
Unless you please to enter in the castle160
And there repose you for this night.[1270]
Scene IV. A camp in Wales.
Enter Salisbury and a Welsh Captain.[1276]